I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 152

"Xiao Qin, what did I say, a good thing is coming soon! Is the cake I painted really real? Huh?"

In the chief director's office of the studio, Jin Yue looked at Qin Muchu who was holding the document and carefully looked at it, his tone was full of ridicule.

The document in Qin Muchu's hand was, to be precise, an invitation letter, an invitation letter from the guests attending the Wendai Conference.

The Cultural Congress, the full name of the National Congress of Literary and Artistic Workers of China, was changed to the Federation of Chinese Literary and Art Festivals in 1953, and has been held irregularly since then. This session is already the eighth.

This is the highest-level conference for literary and art workers, and being able to participate in the conference is the highest recognition and affirmation for literary and art workers.

The guests at the meeting included representatives from various places, and representatives of major literary and art organizations across the country, such as Writers Association, Film Association, TV Drama Association, Drama Association, etc.

They are the top figures in various fields.

"So what's a special guest?"

Qin Muchu looked at the affiliation column on the invitation letter and asked.

The affiliation can also be inferred from the seat.

Qin Muchu tightened his coat and pulled down his cotton cap to ensure that no one would recognize him before he got out of the car.

"Awesome, I don't feel tired after rehearsing until two or three o'clock in the morning." Qin Muchu sighed.

This is not anywhere else, if someone recognizes it, it will cause a sensation... Those patrolling soldiers are all with guys.

Jin Yue's left leg tripped over his right leg, one staggered and almost fell, one hand supported the wall, and the other supported his slightly shaky waist.

But they didn't find it strange, as if they had known about Qin Muchu's arrival for a long time.

This is the location of the Propaganda Department.

Qin Muchu thought for a while about the Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who was inexplicably friendly to him, and it was probably because of him that he was able to attend the conference.

"Lord, Lord, Lord..."

"Ahem, cough, it's also work."

Qin Muchu turned his head and saw the man in front of him, a little surprised and a little surprised.

"Borrowed, borrowed."

He was the first one to arrive in this row, and the seat next to him was still vacant, and people took their seats one after another.

After speaking, he patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and walked to his seat.

No one told me that I have to bring a notebook to record the meeting?

The strong impact brought Qin Muchu back to his senses and sat down.

"I am very strong, how can I be tired!"

"No." Qin Muchu shook his head in denial.

……

He followed the group of people without blinking, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his mouth was slightly opened.

"Otherwise? What do you think I'm talking about?"

"Haha, I said you can't guess it, I am not in any association, nor is it recommended by the place."

"The organization has never heard of which one you joined. Where is it? Your hometown is Hui Province, and you were recommended by Hui Province?"

"You mouth."

At this time, there were many people standing on the square outside the great hall, all of them were dressed in formal attire, and they should all be participants of this meeting.

Head down all the way, walking to the west side of the square, a tall and majestic building stands there - the Great Hall of the People.

More and more participants entered the venue, and Chen Daomin didn't have time to worry about it. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

"I have to see where you sit."

He patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, let's talk about it later, I'll go first."

Qin Muchu smiled and said:
"You can't guess it."

Chen Daomin waved his hand,
"Don't talk about this, you are also here to attend the meeting? Is it a local or a representative of an organization?"

The location is the first row on the far right, very close to the podium above.

Chen Daomin came towards Qin Muchu's back,
"Good boy, stand on guard for a while!"

Qin Muchu lowered his head in deep thought, his body shook for a while, then he raised his head suddenly:
"Does that mean they made a mistake?"

"Where is it?"

He himself has positions in both film and television associations, and he would know if Qin Muchu joined.

Qin Muchu smiled awkwardly, and slightly squatted down to make it easier for Chen Daomin to fasten.

Just as he was hesitating to ask the uncle next to him to borrow a few pieces of paper and ask if he had any extra pens, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"This session has been delayed for several months, and I thought it was cancelled."

As he spoke, he looked at the sign on his chest.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and a magnetic and aura-filled voice came from behind him:
"Little Qin?"

After a while, Qin Muchu and Chen Daomin who were chatting stopped talking.

Qin Muchu glanced at the number on the seat, and quickly determined the seat according to his seat number.

Chen Daomin is interested:
"I really don't believe it. It's not Yanjing, and it's not Hui Province. Then you were recommended by the association? Which association? Film or TV? It shouldn't be. I haven't heard that you joined these two associations."

After giving a slight nod to Qin Muchu one by one, they took out their notebooks, paper and pens and put them on the table in front of them, no one whispered to each other.

But it was the first time in his two lives that he wore a tie.

"You are so tall, so conspicuous, and..."

Director Wu's attitude towards him is okay, he should be willing to tear up two pieces of paper for me, right?
Just as Qin Muchu was thinking, the radio at the venue sounded, reminding that the meeting was about to start.

"No? Is that Yanjing?"

Jin Yue turned around and paced slowly:
"The list of the Cultural Representative Conference is generally recommended by various localities and associations, reviewed by the Propaganda Department, and then announced.

……

So it should be reasonable to sit with the Propaganda Department, right?

His arrival did not attract many people's attention, and the few people nearby continued to chat with the people around them after taking a look.

"Are you from the Propaganda Department?"

……

And a group of people walked out of the passage next to the podium above.

Director Wu didn't speak, just pointed to the podium above, and looked forward like the rest of the people.

The normal identity card will say the unit it belongs to.

The venue was unusually quiet. Even though the meeting hadn't started, needles could still be heard.

He takes off his hat:
"Teacher Chen?"

Qin Muchu glanced over their faces, and there were few faces he knew.

Satisfied, he tucked the tied tie into his suit and turned a few directions in front of the mirror. It was pretty good.

Qin Muchu followed Chen Daomin's words and joked.

Qin Muchu wiped the sweat from his palms, he never thought in two lifetimes that he could have a meeting here.

Qin Muchu quickly stood up and supported Jin Yue:

But is there such a coincidence?

"Obviously not, but..."

Stop the car, not far away is Tiananmen Square.

Qin Muchu apologized and walked past the group of people.

Jin Yue's face darkened, he shook off Qin Muchu's supporting hand, and suddenly straightened up:

Jin Yue repeatedly emphasized the high standard and importance of this ceremony, and it was rare for Qin Muchu to wear formal attire.

Qin Muchu quietly glanced around, everyone had a notebook, and he became more and more numb.

There was no sign of the upper body, but the thigh under the table exerted force suddenly and bumped into Qin Muchu's leg.

If the guard hadn't let Qin Muchu into the hall after checking the ID card, Chen Daomin would have doubted whether the card was fake.

Just like Chen Daomin's ID card, it says "China Television Association" below, indicating that he is representing the Television Association to participate in the conference this time.

Qin Muchu was dumbfounded.

He didn't want to use himself to verify the philosophical question of "whether to save an innocent person or a group of 'innocent' people".

After a while, Chen Daomin stopped, stuffed the tie back into Qin Muchu's suit, and straightened his collar.

"Because you don't have an organization, the list of representatives from various places and associations has been fixed, and you can only attend the meeting as a special guest."

Generally, they are middle-aged people in their 40s and 50s, very serious, with an inexplicable sense of coercion.

"No."

But there was nothing under Qin Muchu's identity card, nothing.

Before Qin Muchu could reply, he said again:

"Okay, stop taking pictures, sit down."

The venue of the Eighth Cultural Congress.

Although he couldn't believe it, Qin Muchu's name was clearly written on the whiteboard, and he couldn't fake it.

He strode forward, and sure enough, he saw a whiteboard with his name written on it on the table in front of a seat.

Jin Yue stood up, patted Qin Muchu's shoulder heavily, with a smile on his face:
"Hello special guest!"

Qin Muchu found a stone pillar and waited for the meeting to start.

Qin Muchu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the pedestrian, his body froze, and immediately jumped up, patting along with his palms dully.

……

Director Wu showed a smile on his face, and reached out to press Qin Muchu's uncontrollable hands.

A man sat next to him smiling.

"It may be that people in the Propaganda Department appreciate my talent."

"I'm here to be a security guard."

Qin Muchu also sat down in his seat.

"..."

"Then you have to look carefully."

"Are you tired last night?"

What kind of posture do you think you can use to make this kind of dream?

Unless it's the same name.

"Didn't you say it was a security guard? Why do you still go in?" Chen Daomin teased Qin Muchu.

A voice suddenly rang in his ear, bringing Qin Muchu back to reality.

What Qin Muchu said was from his heart, and this was the most reasonable reason he could think of.

But these words were heard in Chen Daomin's ears. To use the current popular words, it means that this kid is filling the cup.

After finally walking to the entrance of the Great Hall, there was still more than an hour before the meeting time, and the gate had not yet opened.

Immediately it was stunned.

As Chen Daoming said, he suddenly reached out to Qin Muchu's collar, pulled out Qin Muchu's tie, laughed and said:
"Who tied your tie? A bow? This is the first time I've seen this tie."

Chen Daomin's eyes widened.

In the courtyard, Qin Muchu was wearing a beautiful suit and was tying his tie in front of the mirror.

The few people who moved away glanced at Qin Muchu. Although they were puzzled that he was dressed strangely, they turned around and talked about their own affairs again.

Qin Muchu also noticed Chen Daomin's gaze, it was rare to see such a puzzled expression on his face, he laughed:
"Look, they said they came here to be a security guard, and they came in to protect you personally."

The audience suddenly stood up, and loud applause broke out at the same time.

Thinking of this, he said:

The participants in the square also walked slowly inside.

Jin Yue is also nearly 50 years old, and he can still endure it like this.

Chen Daomin shook his head,

"Not at all."

He squinted at Qin Muchu, if he dared to talk to him like that in the play, he would have ordered someone to push him out of the Meridian Gate and behead him.

"Hey, please trouble Teacher Chen." Qin Muchu thanked.

"okay!"

Qin Muchu put on his ID badge and went in with Chen Daomin.

Hearing Qin Muchu's words, Jin Yue was taken aback for a moment, his momentum suddenly weakened, and his straight waist also bent a little:
"You mean work?"

After saying that, he didn't go to his seat, but followed Qin Muchu.

Tongue trembling, unable to speak.

You did not recommend, do not belong to any organization, but you can attend, what does this mean? "

Qin Muchu turned his head blankly and looked at Director Wu, his lips were still trembling.

The doors of the Great Hall opened.

They were divided into many small groups, probably divided according to the organizations on the invitation list.

The out-of-focus pupils condensed slightly, looking at the kind old man sitting in the middle above, with a face full of disbelief.

As he said that, he untied Qin Muchu's tie and re-tied it for him.

"Then how did you come to the meeting?"

"Okay, I definitely can't put you in danger."

As a "special guest", Qin Muchu didn't have any organization and couldn't join those groups, so he walked straight to the hall.

There are tall red walls, flying five-star red flags, and an endless stream of tourists.

The way of tying the tie is that he has slightly changed the way of tying the red scarf, which he thinks is pretty good...

Qin Muchu, a young man, seemed particularly abrupt among them.

Seeing Qin Muchu take off his hat, Chen Daomin confirmed his identity and smiled:
"Just looking at it from the side, I feel familiar. It's really you."

It was Director Wu of the Propaganda Department who went to the Spring Festival Gala to watch the rehearsal that day.

"Your eyes are so good, I can still recognize you even dressed like this." Qin Muchu smiled.

The radio routinely introduced a group of people on the podium, and each name is a frequent visitor of "News Network".

Qin Muchu watched them stand up one by one and gave a slight salute. While applauding desperately, there was only one word in his mind.

The ancestral grave is smoking!

……

(There is another chapter, writing...)
(End of this chapter)